Friday, May 20, 2011
Raptureal estate agents recorded live from tomorrow
Suck away the dross and clutter of this virulent cultural undermind rampant with dubious sampled notions and half-digested leftover memetic visions. Only then will the dragonflies venture to mate on your scalp. Only then will the provisional gods you’ve held behind plexiglas step forth with new recipes for meringue soufflé, and heaven knows what other wonders. You’re bound for the paddocks and the Judas Goat; bound for the killing floor. All Hell is about to break loose and it never occurs to you that Bad Jesus is wearing horns; performing auto erotica and cheering you on. “Mom, Jesus is exposing himself to me. He wants me to get in his Hummer and go for a ride”.